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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.