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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.