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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.