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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.