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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.