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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.