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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Evens,
PIL,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.