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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.