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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.