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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.