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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Lalann,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.