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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.