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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.