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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.