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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.