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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Wings,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.