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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.