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 India and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.