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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.