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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.