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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.