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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.