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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.