Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.