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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-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.