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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Selecter to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.