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 Libya and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.