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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.