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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.