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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.