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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Oneida,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.