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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.