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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.