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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.