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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Smog,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.