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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.