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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Crime,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.