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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.