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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Wire,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.