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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.