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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.