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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.