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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Niagra,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.