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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.