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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Franke to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.