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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.