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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.