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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.