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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.