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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Can,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.