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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
John Holt,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.