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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.