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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.