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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Standells,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.