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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.