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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.