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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.