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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.