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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.