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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.