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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Can,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.