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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.