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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.