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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.