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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.