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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Index,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.