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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Zero Boys 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.