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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Christs to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.