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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.