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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.