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 France and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.