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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.