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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.