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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.