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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Remains,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.