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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.