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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Ludus,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.