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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.