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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.