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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.