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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.