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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.