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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.