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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.