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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.