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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
June Days,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.