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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.