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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.