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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.