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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.