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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.