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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.