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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.