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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.