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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.