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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.