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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.