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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.