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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
MC5,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.