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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.