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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.