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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.