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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
DNA,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.