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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.