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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
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.