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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
CMW,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.