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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.