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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.