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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.