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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.