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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.