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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.