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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.