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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.