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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Inner City,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.