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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.