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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.