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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.