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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.