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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.