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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.