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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.