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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.