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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.