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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.