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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.