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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.