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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.