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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 the Normal to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
DNA,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.