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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.