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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.