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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Urselle to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Fear,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.