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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.