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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.