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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Faust,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.