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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Magma,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.