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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.