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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Saints to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.