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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.