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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Television,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.