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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.