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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.