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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.