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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.