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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.