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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.