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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Section 25,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.