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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.