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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.