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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.