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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
June Days,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.