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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.