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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.