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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.