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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.