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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.