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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.