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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.