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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.