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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 June Days to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.