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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.