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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.