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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.