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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.