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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.