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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Crime,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Gong,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.