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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.