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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.