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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.