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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.