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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Litter,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.