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 Panama 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.