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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Liliput,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.