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 Italy 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
UT,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.