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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.