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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.