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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.