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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.