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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.