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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.