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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.