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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.