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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.