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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.