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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.