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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.