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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.