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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.