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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.