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 Estonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.