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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.