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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.