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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.