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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.