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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
cv313,
Harmonia,
MDC,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.