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 France 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.