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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.