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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.