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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.