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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.