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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.