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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.