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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.