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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.