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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.