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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.