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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.