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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
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.