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 Mali and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
UT,
John Holt,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.