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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.