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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.