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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
ABC,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.