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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Fear,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.