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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.