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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.