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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.