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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
the Association,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Smog,
X-101,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.