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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.