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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.