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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.