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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.