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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
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.