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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.