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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.