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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.