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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Can,
Aswad,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Rekid,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.