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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
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 The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.