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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
The Names,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.