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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.