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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.