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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.