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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.