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 Kiribati 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.