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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.