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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.