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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Wire,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.