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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.