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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.