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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.