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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.