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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.