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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.