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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.