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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.