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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.