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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.