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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.