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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.