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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.