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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.