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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.