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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.