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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.