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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.