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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.