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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.