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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
June Days,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.