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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.