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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.