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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.