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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.