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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.