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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.