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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.