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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.