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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
MC5,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Magma,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.