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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.