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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.