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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.