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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Erasure,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.