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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.