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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.