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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.