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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
John Cale,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.