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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.