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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.