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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Move,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.