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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.