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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.