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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Association,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.