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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.