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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
the Association,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.