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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.