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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.