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 Chad and from New York.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Index,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.