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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.