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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.