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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Mars,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.