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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Swans,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.