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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.