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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
DNA,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.