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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.