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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.