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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Nas,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.