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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Index,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.