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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.