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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.