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 Canada and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.