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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.