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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.