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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.