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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.