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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.