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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.