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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.