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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.