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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Nas,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.