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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.