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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.