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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.