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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.