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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.