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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.