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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.