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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.