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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
MDC,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.