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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.