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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Oneida,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.