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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
10cc,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.