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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.