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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.