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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.