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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.