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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.