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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.