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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.