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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.