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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.