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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.