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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.