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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.