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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.