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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Make Up,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.