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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.