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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Brick,
Can,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.