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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.