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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.