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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 snare 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 The Saints to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.