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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Swans,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.