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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.