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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.