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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 The Cramps 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.