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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.