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 Bangladesh 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.