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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.