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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.