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 Madagascar 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.