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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.