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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.