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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.