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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.