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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Smog,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.