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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.