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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 a-ha to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.