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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.