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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.