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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.