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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.