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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.