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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.