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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.