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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Main Source,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.