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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.