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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.