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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.