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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.