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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
the Association,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.