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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.