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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.