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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.