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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Audionom,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.