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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.