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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.