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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.