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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.