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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Wire,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.