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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.