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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.