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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Saints,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.