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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.