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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.