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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.