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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.