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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.