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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.