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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.