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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.