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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.