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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.