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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.