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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.