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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.