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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.