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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Television,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.