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 Laos 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.