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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.