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 Belize 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.