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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Index to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.