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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.