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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.