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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Mars,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.