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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.