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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Mars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.