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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
a-ha,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.