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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.