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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.