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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.