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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.