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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.