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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
ABC,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.