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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.