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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.