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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.