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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.