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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
New Order,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.