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 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.