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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.