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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.