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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.