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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.