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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
10cc,
Motorama,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.