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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
New Order,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.