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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.