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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.