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 United States and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.