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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.