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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Monks,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.