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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.