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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.