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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.