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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
ABC,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.