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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.