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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.