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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.