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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.