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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Wings,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.