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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Nico,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.