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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.