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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.