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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.