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 Columbus.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
JFA,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
PIL,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.