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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.