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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.