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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.