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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.