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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.