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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.