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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Ossler,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.