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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.