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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.