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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Make Up,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.