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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.