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 Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.