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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Nas,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.