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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
UT,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.