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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.