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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.