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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.