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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.