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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.