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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.