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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Brick,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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.