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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.