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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.