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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.