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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Flipper,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.