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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.