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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.