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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.