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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.