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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.