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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.