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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.