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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.