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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Echospace,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.