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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.