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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.