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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.