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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 June Days 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.