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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.