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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.