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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.