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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.