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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Faust,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.