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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.