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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Can,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.