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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.