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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
AZ,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.