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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.