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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.