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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.