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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.