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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.