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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.