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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.