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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.