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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.