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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.