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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.