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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.