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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.