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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.