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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Boredoms,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Ossler,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.