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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.