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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.