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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.