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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.