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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.