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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.