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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Kayak,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.