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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.