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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.